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Monday, 1 August 2016

New Release: Dino's Little Wolf (Darkfall Mountain Pack 11)

Submissive werewolf Martin Vasquez has always been in love
with his best friend. Always unlucky in love and life, Martin realizes he has
to move on when he receives his best friend’s wedding invitation in the mail.
He didn’t plan to meet his unexpected mate in the process. The wedding is one
thing, but something dark is also brewing in the horizon.

A dominant wolf and enforcer for the Darkfall
Mountain pack, Dino Greene, hides a
broken soul inside his scarred exterior. Having recently lost his mate, Dino
believes he’s had his one chance. Being territorial and pining for another
seems wrong, but Dino can’t deny his attraction. With a war with the humans
looming close, enemies form alliances and the pack needs to bolster its
defenses. Dino has no choice but to keep Martin close. Losing Martin is not an
option. Dino just needs to prove to Martin that they deserve to be together.

STORY EXCERPT

“No?” Dino mocked, raising one of his brows.

All six-foot-plus of the huge werewolf made it hard for Martin to
look away. Dino captivated his attention as if he didn’t care they
weren’t alone in the shop. God, the intensity overwhelmed Martin, intrigued
him.

Dino tugged him again, eliminating any space between them. Martin’s head was
buried in Dino’s broad chest, and it wasn’t hard to imagine what lay under the
dominant wolf’s shirt. Ropes of unyielding muscle and old scars, Dino possessed
the body of a warrior. Martin had sneaked a peek before. When he’d been over at
Raul and Logan’s, he spied Dino coming out of the shower, wearing nothing but a
towel around his waist.

“I didn’t mean to sound like a prick,” Martin began, unsure what he was saying.

It was getting hard to focus with their chests, stomachs, and groins pressed
like this, unable to touch for one layer of clothing. He could hear Dino’s
heart, so calm and confident of his conquest, steady, unlike Martin’s
own hammering one.

When faced with a larger predator, Martin’s wolf’s first instinct would be
to search all exits and run. Too bad his wolf didn’t see Dino as a threat but a
prospect. No, prospect was a mild word to explain the certainty
surging through his beast. Every pore of his skin screamed one word. Mine.
His. But Martin couldn’t attach those labels to what amounted to a
complete stranger.

Dino gripped his chin, tilted his head, and Martin could finally closely
study Dino’s face. When Logan invited
them over, Martin always had a feeling that, while Dino was in the same room
with them, Dino’s mind was somewhere else. Martin never had the opportunity to
speak to Dino.

A slight tinge of yellow bled into Dino’s graphite gray eyes, telling Martin
it wasn’t just him losing control to his animal and completely abandoning
common sense. Bristles covered Dino’s jaw and cheeks, and for
some reason, Martin wanted to rub his smooth cheeks against it.

He didn’t know what to look at first. The shadows under Dino’s hooded eyes
haunted him, showed him an anguished soul battling a losing battle. Martin
dragged his gaze down Dino’s face, noting the little, distracting scar across
his nose to the curve of his lips. Those lips, Martin had a feeling, were
capable of cruelty, roughness he craved.

“So you don’t want this?”

This? Martin let out a nervous laugh. He needed to put things
into perspective, but his emotions got the better of him. Part of him knew if
he stopped this now Dino and he might never revisit it again. If Martin
refused, waived away this chance, what would happen?

Things would turn awkward. They would become more distant, acting like two
men doing a favor for their best friends, nothing more or less. They’d go back
to being acquaintances. Martin didn’t want that. He couldn’t bear to experience
a taste and be denied after. Dino looked at him expectantly.

Dino let out a laugh, more amused than harsh. The sound startled him. Martin
had seen Dino destructive, depressed, but this was new. Dino actually sounded
amused. “Who the fuck told you that?”

“I just assumed, I mean…” Martin faltered, not wanting to bring Michella up.

“You think I’m playing games with you, little wolf?” A tinge of anger coated
Dino’s words.

That nickname sent a shiver down Martin’s spine. He’d never been anyone’s
anything. Loving Logan from
afar for so long, he didn’t think it practical to have relationships with other
men. The stupid and childish part of Martin believed that if he tried hard
enough, he’d win his man, but fate proved Logan wasn’t
made for him. Was Dino?

“No, I’m just confused.”

“I don’t play games, don’t need to. I see what I want, take what I want,”
Dino said against his ear.

The dominant wolf wrapped his huge hand around the base of Martin’s neck,
the gesture intimate, possessive. The neck was one of the most
vulnerable parts of the human body. Submissive werewolves offered
their throat to the Alpha, to those more powerful to them as a show of respect,
but intimate lovers did it, too.

Martin shuddered under Dino’s touch. Crazy of him to want more, but he did.
In all his twenty-four years on earth, no one ever coaxed an explosive reaction
out of him.

That was it. Whatever this was, it felt like a bomb about to detonate, but
Martin didn’t mind being caught in the carnage after.

“So you like men and women?” Martin found himself asking.

He needed to get himself together. Otherwise, he’d be devoured.
The facts were there. Dino was still recovering from one
serious relationship, and Martin had never been in any relationship
that lasted beyond an occasional fuck, a one-night stand. Was this a
tragedy in the making or something amazing?

“Men and women,” Dino spat. “No. I desired two people in my fucking life.”

Martin faltered. One was surely Michella. Wait, could Dino mean him?

“I didn’t know you were slow, little wolf.”

ADULT EXCERPT

“Hi?” Martin squeaked when Dino started sniffing the side of his neck.

“You smell so good, little wolf.” Dino closed his mouth over his skin,
sucking the sweat on his skin.

Every muscle in Martin’s body was paralyzed. What did Dino expect him to say
to that? Dino’s mouth on his skin felt amazing and made it hard to concentrate.
Martin reached out, began to thread his hands through Dino’s hair, but Dino
easily caught his wrists and held them above his head.

The thought of telling Dino off never crossed Martin’s mind. God. It
had been so long since Martin had another man brush up against him. Dino felt
so warm too, so solid. While the logical part of Martin’s mind knew Dino could
easily crush an enemy without blinking, he also knew Dino would never hurt him.
After all, hadn’t Dino already saved him twice?

“How did you find me?” Martin asked.

Dino stopped to look at him. “Easy, I followed your scent.”

Martin let out a nervous laugh. “Of course you did.”

“What’s so funny?”

Seeing the other man’s serious look, Martin sobered up. “It’s just, I come
here sometimes to think or relax. I wanted to sort out my feelings.”

“About me?” Dino asked.

“You’re so full of yourself.” Martin had plenty of ammunition, but
he stopped when Dino kept one hand on his wrists while Dino trailed the other
down his body. The other man’s hands were big, callused from hard work. They
contrasted against his smooth skin.

A shudder went down his spine. Dino’s touch wasn’t rough, but tentative. He
gave Martin’s left nipple a squeeze, the tingle of pain making Martin groan and
his cock thicken. Dino went lower, grazing his fingertips lower down Martin’s
belly and finally reaching his dick.

Martin moaned when Dino closed his fingers around his shaft.

“Look at yourself, little wolf, so hard for me within seconds. Are you still
going to deny there’s something between us?”

“I’m not the only one sporting an erection,” Martin muttered. “Whatever this
is between us, it’s just—I don’t know.”

“I’m not ashamed.”

“Me neither.” Martin met his gaze.

Alone and with no one watching, it was easier to study the dominant shifter
in front of him. He realized how alive Dino looked above him. Whenever he saw
Dino, the other shifter looked distracted, as if he saw something far ahead
none of the others saw. Right now though, Dino’s gaze was on him, and
he was full of life and want. Dino swiped the pre-cum off his tip,
making him moan.

“More. Please.”

Dino began moving his hand up and down his dick, coaxing groans out of him.
Screw it. Martin didn’t want to be careful.

“Let’s find out together what this is,” Dino said.

Martin should tell Dino this was a bad idea. That they should talk this out,
but logic flew out the window a long time ago.

“Kiss me again,” Martin pleaded.

Dino’s mouth descended on his. The passion in the shop wasn’t something
Martin imagined. Heat traveled to his cock and sent blood surging to it. The
clash of Dino’s skin on his felt amazing, so right, like the missing piece of a
puzzle. His toes and fingers curled. That kiss undid him

Martin liked how Dino held his wrists back, liked the illusion of restraint.
A word would make Dino stop, Martin knew, but he didn’t want to stop. He wanted
to keep on going and see where they ended up. Good place or bad, Martin was
eager to find out. His wolf agreed.

Dino pushed his tongue between Martin’s teeth, and he opened up so
Dino could thrust his tongue down his throat. They rubbed their bodies against
each other, so their chests, stomachs, and cocks touched. Martin’s skin felt
feverish, burning. Dino tore his mouth from Martin’s. Martin panted,
silently daring Dino for more. To his frustration, Dino stopped stroking his
cock.

He shut up when Dino started leaving kisses on the side of his neck, moving
downward. Dino sucked the hollow of his collarbone, took his right nipple into
his mouth until the bud hardened. Martin felt the slight edge of Dino’s teeth
and groaned when Dino bit down, leaving his mark there. Their gazes remained
locked. The attention made the experience all the more intense. Dino went
lower, kissing his flat belly and finally reaching his prick.

“Wait,” Martin began.

Dino didn’t wait. If Dino’s hand on his cock felt amazing enough, his
mouth was even more mind-blowing. Seemingly taking his time, Dino
licked away the pre-cum on his cockhead, tonguing the slit. Martin had a hard
time keeping his hands still above him. Dino licked and sucked his way down his
length, teasing him.